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x_losEvery day at work I hear at least one Dylan album, and many a day I am graced with two. This job will either leave me loving the man with a freaky intensity or going into a very Psycho Beach Party esque killing rampage whenever I hear Ballad of a Thin Man. Right now it's just made me familiar with/fond of the music and excessively curious. How many versions of A Simple Twist of Fate are there? I swear I've heard at least three separate ones at this point. Does Dylan's voice have that really unique slur to it, especially on words like 'relate', when he's speaking as well as singing? Why don't I have any version of Tangled Up In Blue but the Indigo Girls one on my computer? Requesting Tangled Up in Blue one night due to this deficiency in my itunes has convinced Jason that he should ecstatically tell me when Harrison is on guitar, just as my playing Stankonia convinced him we were funk-buddies who need to close to something out of his collection every night. I am amused and unwilling to try and explain to him that no, I do not know what he's talking about and I only funk on an amateur basis. I have a scary feeling that soon, I WILL know what he's talking about. After all, he's had me Standing On The Verge of Getting It On for days...
Today has been a LOTR marathon w/ my girls. I was told Viggo bonded w/ the two towers horse, even showing up early for work and taking naps with his special friend. Like Equius in a way. Does that not delight you? The movies fill me with an urge to read the books I haven't and reread what I have. I think I was so determined to dislike them in high school because I reheheally didn't like John, who was ka-razy about them. Which is just sad. And I was bitter that other people, like Heather, had special memories of the books while my parents/grandparents despised them and so we didn't ever have them to read. Bitterness is the ridiculous, and I want to read them.
There's a giant Pagan Fest outside of Iowa City on , like, the sixth. Colin and I plan to hit the scene with Lisa Frank notebooks as grimores and familiars, his a gypsy moth named, I believe named Trixie, mine an armadillo named Golgotha, which I find funnier than ... forget this joke. Possibly this is part of he and Danny and I's larger film project The Faithless. More on that if it works out. It sounds hilarious, but waaaaay too bitchy to do to, like, real other human beings. I would be funnier if I was sociopathic.
I am giving Patch so much crap today. Enjoyment.
My upcoming trip to Chicago with Jenny and Colin to see Hannah and get her hookah and do my clothes shopping (size six requires a whole new wardrobe- no amount of tailoring will make my old clothes work, which is really irritating, and just belting them to death is starting to look redonkadonk) is going to be AWESOME. The fights about poetry (Jenny and Colin already broke into a spat via me over Anne Sexton). The fights about CDs. The fights about the wisdom of pulling over at that Burger King with a giant sponge bob on the roof (please, god, let the Lord Spongebob still reign high over the B-K). A-man-zing.
Today has been a LOTR marathon w/ my girls. I was told Viggo bonded w/ the two towers horse, even showing up early for work and taking naps with his special friend. Like Equius in a way. Does that not delight you? The movies fill me with an urge to read the books I haven't and reread what I have. I think I was so determined to dislike them in high school because I reheheally didn't like John, who was ka-razy about them. Which is just sad. And I was bitter that other people, like Heather, had special memories of the books while my parents/grandparents despised them and so we didn't ever have them to read. Bitterness is the ridiculous, and I want to read them.
There's a giant Pagan Fest outside of Iowa City on , like, the sixth. Colin and I plan to hit the scene with Lisa Frank notebooks as grimores and familiars, his a gypsy moth named, I believe named Trixie, mine an armadillo named Golgotha, which I find funnier than ... forget this joke. Possibly this is part of he and Danny and I's larger film project The Faithless. More on that if it works out. It sounds hilarious, but waaaaay too bitchy to do to, like, real other human beings. I would be funnier if I was sociopathic.
I am giving Patch so much crap today. Enjoyment.
My upcoming trip to Chicago with Jenny and Colin to see Hannah and get her hookah and do my clothes shopping (size six requires a whole new wardrobe- no amount of tailoring will make my old clothes work, which is really irritating, and just belting them to death is starting to look redonkadonk) is going to be AWESOME. The fights about poetry (Jenny and Colin already broke into a spat via me over Anne Sexton). The fights about CDs. The fights about the wisdom of pulling over at that Burger King with a giant sponge bob on the roof (please, god, let the Lord Spongebob still reign high over the B-K). A-man-zing.
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Date: 2005-07-25 08:38 pm (UTC)...should I confess, though, that I had originally read "funk-buddies" with a 'c'? It came across really differently, your casual tone of writing, it did.
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:25 pm (UTC)Eh, it's not all fun. Came in despite being really sick today, got yelled at for not dating some egg whites anyway. Hate my boss.
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:28 pm (UTC)Wait, yeah, it so totally is.
You should call and hear the Vaginabration: Back to Skool! Party plan. It involves a contest, prizes, and many, many cosmopolitans. And I think it's a contest begging you specifically to win it.
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:28 pm (UTC)ooh, and the book told me about a female-run sex shop in Iowa City called Ruby's Pearl. we should look it up and go to it.